Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Done with classes for the day, Hannibal had wandered into the common room with the intention of bonding with the couch and television set. It seemed like a good way to start forgetting the past few days. He was just going to avoid things with dead people and...hell, he was just going to watch cartoons.

And, like a few people already, he was too caught up in those cartoons to see the little green gremlin sneaking across the back of the couch. He certainly felt the gremlin's presence when the little green bastard sunk its teeth into Hannibal's shoulder.

"Fuck ow! Goddammit!"

The change was quick and then Hannibal was up and off the sofa, grabbing his microphone (or a bottle of ketchup) and standing off to one side of the common room. Had to wait for his introduction, after all. When he was finally announced, Hannibal came sweeping into the middle of the room, smiling at his audience even if there was absolutely no one there. Wait for the applause to die down and then Hannibal raised the mic and started talking.

"Welcome! Welcome! I'm so glad you could join me today on the Sally Jessy Raphael show," he said, grinning widely and pushing the imaginary huge red glasses up. "Now, how many of you have had a tragedy affect your life?"

He waited, turning his head left and right to watch the audience's hands go up. She nodded sympathetically.

"Yes, I think we all have. Today's show is all about those tragedies. Today, we will meet guests from all walks of life, from the lowest of the low to the highest of the high. Those with secrets that could tear their families apart."

Sally Jessy didn't care about exposing those secrets on national television. Psh, they signed on!

"And hopefully, we'll help mend a few broken hearts." Or make some people bust theirs with laughter. "Anything could happen today! Let's get to our first guest!"

And with that, Sally Jessy thrust an arm towards the door of the common room, waiting for her first guest to arrive.

Comments

Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome..."

[If you come into the CR, you're gonna get saddled with a talk show worthy problem omg!]

Re: Become a Guest!

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois had no idea what she was walking into but, damn, was she going to be happy she brought her cell phone with her into the common room.

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome Lois!" Hannibal bellowed. Of course he knew her name. He had CARDS with all that information. And a teleprompter. Which was just the television. "Please, have a seat dear."

Hannibal was just going to stand behind the couch and be queen like.

Re: Become a Guest!

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois stopped dead in her tracks and kind of stared at Hannibal for a second. "Uh...okie dokey."

She went over to the couch and sat down slowly. Who was she to argue with a crazy person?

Re: Become a Guest!

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was just a bit hungry. It's why she walked into the common room, really.

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome Amber Atkins!" Hannibal exclaimed, leading the audience in clapping. "Please, please, have a seat. Thank you for coming on the show!"

Re: Become a Guest!

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber stared at Hannibal before she slowly stepped over to the couch and sat down. Slowly. Um. "Hi?"

Re: Become a Guest!

[momslilassassin]

Ben--who thought he was Shirley Temple--skipped (yes, skipped) into the common room and twirled around to make his skirt (that he wasn't wearing) flare out, then patted the curls he didn't have and giggled adorably.

"Hi!"

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome...an adorable child!" Hannibal glared at some point he thought was off stage. He wasn't expecting an adorable child. Oh well, she could work it. "Have a seat, sweetheart. Let's chat."

Re: Become a Guest!

[momslilassassin]

"My name's Shirley," Ben chirped as he flounced over to a chair and sat, swinging his legs like he was five.

Except he wasn't.

Re: Become a Guest!

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela had spent most of the morning sleeping off the weekend. If she hadn't had art to go to, she might've just stayed there. As it was, she felt she really should get up, get coffee, and try and seem like she was actually ready for the rest of the world.

She was still looking a little on the sleepy side when she wandered into the common room.

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome Angela Montenegro!" Hannibal yelled, uncaring that he was going to have a sore throat when this was all over. That'd be second nature to the death he'd provide himself, of course. "Welcome to my show! Come in, sit down and let's discuss your problems."

He got right to the point. The audience kept their applause quiet. Who knows what that could mean...

Re: Become a Guest!

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

This... would take a minute. First, ow that was loud. Second, what was he doing.

"... What?"

So eloquent. She sat anyway, just doing as she was told.

Re: Become a Guest!

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

After the day he'd been having, one would think that Cal would just simply go back to his room after art club and stay there until he had to come out, but, upon return, he heard stuff going on in the common room and very stupidly went to check it out.

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome Cal Stephanides!" Hannibal yelled, not even hesitating on that last name even though it was really damn long.

The audience stood up and cheered loudly. What could that mean?

"Have a seat, dear. Have a seat. We're all so glad to see you!"

Re: Become a Guest!

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"We are?" Cal asked, blinking at Hannibal like he was crazy and, surprisingly, a little slower on the uptake with this one than he was with Claire earlier. He was mostly just eying the other guy and cautiously taking a seat as if worried about what might happen if he didn't.

Re: Become a Guest!

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

Harper brought a sewing project with her to the common room, thinking that she could get some work done while watching TV.

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome Harper Finkle!" Hannibal yelled, clapping excitedly as the audience did. "Have a seat, welcome welcome!"

Re: Become a Guest!

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

Adora nearly walked back out with wide eyes when she saw Hannibal talking into a ketchup bottle.

"Umm..."

Re: Become a Guest!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Let's welcome Adora!" Hannibal called, sweeping a hand towards Adora and gesturing her inside. "Welcome to my show!"

Audience

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Cheer! Cry! Cat call! Boo! You know what people on talk shows do!

Re: Audience

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan wandered in to the common room and immediately realized something weird was going on.

She made a bag of microwave popcorn and settled in to watch the chaos.

And the Venom Wears Off...

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Like it says! Feel free to react once I end things!

Re: And the Venom Wears Off...

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Sometime between accusing people of cheating and exposing adopted kids, the venom wore off and Hannibal found himself holding a ketchup bottle and remembering it all.

Well, that was a great frigging start to the week.

He continued standing there like a deer in the headlights, hoping against hope he'd forget everything before he just said 'fuck it' and slipped out of the common room, head down.

Good god, never ever going to live it down.

OOC

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Of course there's OOC. Look, I got enabled. HORRIBLY.